|Ukrainian countryside mirrors their country's flag|
In the past month, I have traveled to Ukraine 3 times. That is more than 30,000 miles in 30 days.
It is second nature at this point.
I know the airports, I know the routines. I know which way to go through customs and what line to stand in to get my passport stamped. I know that I have to take off my shoes at this security check area but do not need to remove my laptop.
I stop by the Costa Coffee shop when I'm in Moscow and order my latte and wait 3 hours for my flight to Kiev. I wash my face and brush my teeth at the same sink in the downstairs bathroom next to my gate during my layover.
This trip I travel alone.
I travel light, with one carry-on with all my stuff and a large checked bag containing donations for the sweet children at the orphanage. I pack them soccer shoes and jerseys I found on clearance. Deflated soccer balls and under garments are in there too. Hosting-mommy's ship me items for their loved ones. Homemade cookies "that taste like home" and converse black high top shoes. Small tokens of affections. Reminders that people love them.
He brings me to Karen's and carries my luggage up the 5 flights of stairs.
Karen and I stay up until midnight talking like old friends. I catch her up on the adoption and the men trying to break into my room. She invites me to the production of the play she is producing with the kids she works with.
I am picked up at 7am the next morning and we make the two and half hour trip to the region.
Love is not based on works.